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 Isa Karun, 20 | Citizen | New Recruit
Isa Karun
Posted: Apr 22 2011, 11:57 PM


Lina | 20 | Recruit (formerly, smith's prentice)
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Isa Karun

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19 20 | Citizen | Blacksmith’s Apprentice/Vigilante New Recruit

the sketch.


stats.
Height: 6'1
Weight: 80kg
Build: strong
Eyes: dark eyes
Hair: dark hair, cut mostly short
Other: he was created by a dragon in the cave of wonders

Tall and well built, with dark eyes and hair and… sort-of tanned skin, Isa is the typical smith’s boy. The years he spent dragging up iron, hauling heavy things around have shaped his body up nicely. Yet he never had a stout build, so he never grew that way. He’s still tall and relatively lean, averaging in body size, but with the considerable strength of someone like him.

Oh and then there’s that other thing…

Ever since he held a weapon, it’s all he’d wanted to do. Fight. You’d think a fighter would more likely… join the army. Well… not him. No, Isa is a vigilante. He’s a punisher. He’s a hero. That and he’s not constrained by the law. He does what he thinks is best, not some cruddy general. Fortunately for him, he’s a bit of a prodigy when it comes to hand-to-hand and short-range combat. Agility is his friend. Under the cover of night, a dark mask hiding his face, he hunts those who do no good. Well... that went well...

the story.


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“Why?” The thief crawled back, until his ribs unfortunately hit the wall. He seemed to shrink there, fear gripping the very heart of him as the tall figure advanced from the shadows.

“Because someone has to.”

“Who are you?!” the man asked, a little stronger now.

“Someone who cares. Now shut up and give it back.”


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It was dull in the empty blacksmith. There was only so much clanking and sharpening one could do before they got used to it. For the past… who even knew by now? For the past years he’d been doing the same old thing. Yet the nights… the nights were never the same. Yawning and settling himself in a particularly comfy corner of the smithy, Isa closed his eyes and smiled contentedly to himself.

Because the night… the night belonged to him.


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This city was built of familiar sights and memories. Isa remembered every corner with a flash of action, a hint of fury and a few drops of embarrassment. As he left the smithy that day he passed about a million of them.

To the left, there was the little alleyway he'd run into as a kid and got shouted at by some bigger kids. He retorted, spat back and got kicked down easily. But then he launched himself at the biggest of the kids and took him down before he got pulled back and beaten up. His father had saved him then. Isa remembered, with no little amount of awe, how fascinatingly fantastic his father's mage gift had been.

Two blocks later he passed the building he once met Ari on, as the Avenger. Then the building Isa slipped and fell off one winter, almost breaking his foot. The memories depicting injuries were the more abundant of the lot. The place where he got his milk teeth knocked out of him, the spot where his shoulder twisted so badly his dad had to make him bite his leather belt so as not to bite his tongue in pain and, amusingly, the street corner he'd run into whilst trying to run away from a very pissed off guard.

Before he turned into one of Maristheum's main arteries, Isa grinned as he passed the place he won his first few coins at, after betting someone he could juggle until they counted to fifty. He made it past seventy-five. Java was a good trainer.

The last memory was more recent, from about four years prior to that day, when he stood in front of the same desk, nervous but enthusiastic, very keen to say his name and join the country which expected nothing of him.

"I want to sign up. Isa... Seaborne," he managed to say before his throat knotted. If he'd been born a mage, he was sure he would have spat fire by now. He leaned in and put a scribble in over his name and, numbly, straightened again.

"This is gonna be fun," he mumbled, hollowly.


Additional Info


The Karun family tree (black bubbles on connections represent wedlock):

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Eleyna Karun (nee Tyrell). Battlemage. Retired. Is away on the mainland a lot. Not the motherly/grandmotherly type. Doesn't get along with her husband.
Denis Karun. Seer. Very involved in the Mage Guild. Staunch supporter of mages in Escova. Very enthusiastic about his job and very keen on magic in general.

OOC Connections.


PB claim: Nicholas D’Agosto
Player name: Lina
Contact info: PM or IM (see Cada Eastfall)
The Seer
Posted: Apr 23 2011, 12:21 AM


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Cracked, dirty nails scratched an ancient beard. "A vigilante, eh?" There was a wry smile playing around the Seer's dry, chapped lips. "Not bad. Not bad at all..."
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